Neko Ukami-- Chapter One-- Last of the Misarashi-- Strong Fighter Of Hidden Tears
A long path awaited her. Walking through the desert areas would be a pain, yet, she was very used to it. This was her homeland--the desert of Sunagakure. Gliding about the land, she quickly raced forward. A package of kunai and shuriken as a friendly gift for the Hokage. How sweet of her Kazekage to send it. Of course, she insisted she go on the mission alone. After all, she was a perfectly capable shinobi. She wouldn't encounter many problems, anyway. It was just a box of basic shinobi tools.
When their daughter was about to be born, Misarashi Leanii and Misarashi Fearuii were awaiting their perfect little girl. They were horrified when they saw what they had received instead. At first, Fearuii thought it was a joke. That couldn't be his heir to everything the Misarashi clan stood for. This couldn't be happening. But it happened. Katanai came into the world.
Watching the distance in front of her, she continued to speed off in the direction of Konoha. She planned the trip would take Half a day-- a full day at longest--if she didn't run into too much trouble. Physical barriers wouldn't be much of a problem at all.
What was so monstrous of this child that made her father question her existence and her mother question how she had a child such as her? Katanai had the tail and ears of a cat--from birth and since forward. Her parents basically kept her locked inside the mansion for the first few years of her life. They were embarrassed. After about five years of her life had passed, Leanii's maternal instinct finally began to kick in, and she felt more sorry for the child than for herself. She began taking Katanai out with her when she took walks and did business, but then, both Katanai and Leanii learned who the real monsters were.
After a while, she decided that she had covered enough ground to take a slight rest. She found a nice place--the branch of a tree, specifically. She sat down upon the sturdy branch, crossing her legs and allowing her feet to dangle in the air. For some odd reason, she was very prepared for her one-day trip. She took out water, a cup, a bit of sugar, and a few tea leaves. She knew all too well that after running in the hot desert air, the water would be nuke warm--making it into a decent tea. Hell. She wouldn't even have to heat it.
Scoffing. Whispering. Pointing as she walked by.
As she sipped at her tea, a small black figure jumped up onto the tree branch. Without looking up, she jumped off the branch and put her tea down on a nearby tree stump. She then took a small dish out of her bag and poured some of the water into it. The limber cat jumped carefully down to drink the now poured water.
"Aurora...My old friend... You're getting up in years, aren't you?" Katanai said, taking the tea back in her hands, sitting on the stump she had placed the tea on.
Katanai would hide behind her mother at first, but, soon, she came to loathe them back. She would return their scoff with a threatening glare. Her mother would tell her father about these things. He would become furious, being that she was a wealthy daughter of a scholar such as he. He hated it. Her two parents decided to spend more time protecting her from humanity. This, however, was not what she wanted.
The kunoichi looked down upon the cat as she lapped up the water. It was always fun to watch her furry companion lick at the liquid. Oh, Aurora. She was the one friend she could count on through thick and through thin. Yet, the Kazekage himself, Gaara-sama, had helped her along quite a bit as well.
Despite their caring, Katanai disliked her parents a great deal. They tried to make her wear pink fluffy dresses, when pink and fluffy were the two things she would rather die than wear. Petty fights. That's all they were, but, Katanai still could barely tolerate staying in the same room as them. Her rebellious attitude grew with the years.
Come to think of it, she had met quite a few people that she befrended. Considering her lonely childhood, she was surprised how many people became close to her. She still had few friends who became very close. The ones closest to her heart were Gaara and Aurora.
One day, she had seen the clan blade and actually paid attention to it in detail. She stared in awe, tracing the detail she possibly could by running her finger along the glass encasement. Her father caught her one day and told her to stop-- it was improper.
"What was that?" the girl asked herself as she heard a noise coming from the bushes. She shrugged, throwing a needle in that direction. Just as she suspected--only a squirrel.
To try to keep their daughter in line, they put her in their highly known academy. Every graduate turned out to become a scholar or one of her village's greatest minds. However, because of her lack of discipline, she was expelled from classes. Her parents enrolled her in the ninja academy where she excelled.
She considered how boring this mission was going to be. Gaara told her to treat it like a vacation or something. She was permitted to stay in Konoha for up to a month without any questioning. Of course, he gave her a few ryu, but most was her own money.
One day, when coming home from the academy, something in the air didn't seem right to the now sarcastic and rather unforgiving 13-year-old. She raced home. She looked into the house; no one was to be seen. She walked down to the basement--the place where she kept the Cat Blade. Her eyes widened. She was in a state of near shock. There her parents lay dead, right in front of her. The markings on their chest signified a weapon of some sort-- a dagger, by the looks of it. She also saw someone else in her yard. She looked outside and listened to two people converse about how the wealthy Leanii and Fearuii had been killed by thieves in an attempt to stop them from taking a couple of things while their daughter was out in the academy.
She soon found herself packing an empty tea cup into her bag, putting her water away once more. She picked up the empty dish that had contained her cat's water and put that in her bag as well.
Soon, it came time for the will to be read. Her parents had left her mostly everything--the house, the fortune, even the clan blade. They also left a wish that she would marry someday. She didn't care. She didn't know what was what at that point. The only people she became sort-of close to were now dead, buried, and never to be seen again.
She let out a sigh. "Let's get going." The small cat jumped upon her master's shoulder. "You know, Aurora, it would be faster if we each ran on our own." The cat heard the plee to move even the slightest bit quicker. Aurora jumped down, and with a nod of thanks, the two were off.
Katanai holds her parent's wishes to her heart but never lets people into her heart easily. She's kept her sarcastic and unforgiving attitude, yet, she still knows when to be respectful.
Katanai has silvery-white hair the falls about shoulder length. It's angled slightly, and her bands fall just above her eyes, thus, she occasionally pushes them aside so she can see more clearly. Her skin tone is a very pale white. Her body is slim, but with a slight figure and decent bust to it. Her eyes are an unusual shade of crimson, yet, in the shinobi world, there are odder eye colors to say the least. Yet, her crimson eyes are not the only unique aspect of her appearance. Katanai finds her greatest blemish to be her ears and tail--those of a cat. She received many odd looks because of these features over the course of her life, and she finds them to be nothing but a curse. Both her ears and tail are jet black, which contrasts deeply with her white hair and pale skin. Katanai's wardrobe consists of a tightly fitted white uwagi with short sleeves. Over the sleeves are a ruffled gray material. Around her stomach is a wide, black obi that wraps around itself, keeping in tact with a small white sash with a small white oval piece in the center, giving it the appearance of a belt, tied tightly in the back, in it's center, and the fact that's it's tightly fitted around her. This securely fastens her uwagi. The inside of the white uwagi is a black material, which shows slightly at the bottom of her sleeve. Also, she wears a material piece down her lower, and some of her upper arm. Put together with her uwagi, it looks like a continuation of the sleeve, only, it skips some of her arm, making it just a material that she uses to cover herself. It looks rather loose, yet, it has yet to come loose once. Katanai herself, upon becoming frustrated with these sleeves, sewed the back tip of her sleeve to the sleeve of her uwagi. This keeps it on her arm without falling off. For the lower portion of her outfit, Katanai wears a black skirt, with identical material to her top. Much like her top, it is held together by ties. Much like Sakura, Katanai wears tight-fitted black shorts under her skirt, thus allowing her to perform her Taijutsu without having to be self-conscious about her skirt. Katanai wears shoes typical of a female shinobi. Around her neck, Katanai ties a thin black material into a bow. She wears her village headband on her forehead, using it to push her bangs out of her eyes. She does not wear her forehead protector constantly, as many wouldn't. She simply wears it when either on a mission or training. However, she is often training, thus, gets good use out of it. Over her shoulders and on her back, Katanai wears the scabbards for her two blades, Neko Katana and Misarashi Katana, translated as the Cat Blade and Misarashi Blade. Right at the base of her ears, Katanai wears a ruffled gray headband, matching the one around the sleeves of her uwagi. She wouldn't wear it if she were not into the habit of it, but, being her mother had made her wear it when she was younger, wearing it only seems natural to her now.